Tłumaczenie: Doa. Death Machine.
chorus: death machine - now i'm dyin. death machine - don't give a damn. death machine - on the frontline. death machine - got no retreat. a billion dollar profit, a
he would too This game could I'll afford to lose him, how bout you? Now guess who who? Here's a clue, he came to a ball in a wife beater, lost his Nike
Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week And the weather wasn't barely hot Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott? Did I mention G.O.O.D
to nail a trailer park bitch I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya I'd like to treat ya to a Bagel and a slice of pizza But I'm broke as
the pound and we don't love them hoes How could you trust a hoe? 'Cuz a hoe's a trick I don't love them tricks 'Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's
'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five
is beautiful 5-6-7-8 gotta love to learn to hate A-B-C-D I'm a little old machine L-O-V-Es gonna be the death of me I'm not evil I'm just scared
get it, bring it to the death If you could match a third of my success you blessed [Enuff] That's right y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T. The Greatest
a brickwall surrounding the New York scene if there were secrets locked in steel if there was a button you could press on the luck machine if there was
Barry White In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, T.K.O. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a O we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher
'm barry white In the night, pack em' tight,c all a fight, t.k.o. We got mo', you ain't know, numero, uno, Keep a o we burnin slow, we optimo, y'all swisher
fuck I'm headed Up or down, right or left, life or death I see myself in a mist of smoke Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke We hit a five
[incomprehensible] turn his Moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you clap you with your own Heat by all means if this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O
L.A. For caking off *****z on them CD's and tapes Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep Tell Ecko to make him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a
boots Hell no, I'm givin motherfuckers burial suits Your little T.K.O was A.O.K. My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A. Dead on Arrival So nigga you better
out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger Death
